The End Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end, Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back. ______________ […]
THE TRAFFIC- JAM POEM There is no end to waiting Time is as infinite As frustration. “This too shall pass” As everything does. But in the middle In the neartime waiting It seems we are all Slowly slowly slowly Inching along Late already Unable to know The way out Or the way in To anywhere […]
Bloody Men Bloody men are like bloody buses – You wait for about a year And as soon as one approaches your stop Two or three others appear. You look at them flashing their indicators, Offering you a ride. You’re trying to read the destinations, You haven’t much time to decide. If you make a […]
